Oooo they're scheming! What happens next? Nobody knows...and I do mean that nobody knows; I have no clue. Thank you Kybele and Hoshimare!! Sailor Moon and Saint Seiya are property of Naoko Takeuchi and Masami Kuramada. But all the villains are MINE. MINEY MINE MINE!
"Humans are so trusting!" Kuroyuri peeked over Gyakusetsu's shoulder. The Elite Soul Eater quirked an eyebrow at her comrade, but did not reply. "I mean...you'd think the girl would've learned a thing or two by now!" Gyakusetsu sighed, and massaged her forehead.
"Kuroyuri...please stop babbling. You're giving me a headache." The pretty little creature pouted, and sat down besides the pink-haired soul eater.
"You're mean, Gya!" She wailed.
"Yes."
"Very, very mean, in fact. So, in apology, you're going to let me wear your human clothes."
"No."
"GYA! You're downright CRUEL!"
"Yes."
"So...you won't let me wear your human wardrobe?"
"Kuroyuri..."
"Yes?" The dark-haired one adopted a hopeful expression. The pale haired one smirked.
"Thy art genius, so thou art." Kuroyuri released a pained cry, and buried her head in her arms. Gyakusetsu rolled her eyes. "You know, Kuroyuri...throwing a tantrum is not going to bring in any souls. And Mistress grows agitated. The soul eaters are not working out." Kuroyuri did not look up.
"Oh, stop being such a human!" Gyakusetsu said in disgust. Well...that roused the youngest. Kuroyuri's head flew up and she glared at Gyakusetsu.
"Stop being a what?"
"Stop it, both of you!" Ginnezudesu appeared in a whirl of silvery light, a frown on his face.
"Ginne!" squealed Kuroyuri. Gyakusetsu merely sighed, the tassels of her costume sliding over her belly as she shifted.
"How kind of you to grace us with your presence, Ginne," she said dryly. He shrugged, the plates on his shoulders clinking together.
"Mistress says that we must gather the souls now. Since the soul eaters have failed, we are to pick up the slack." Kuroyuri looked confused.
"But, Ginne...how can we gather the amount that Mistress needs?" Ginnezudesu shrugged, and shot a look at Gyakusetsu.
"Mistress says that entrenched in Tokyo is a large host of...super humans, if you will."
"Super humans, Ginne?" Gyakusetsu inquired. He nodded.
"Yes...super humans whose souls burn bright and powerful. Actually, Gyakusetsu...your...advocate, if you will, is a super human. Anyway, if we could gather a quartet of these super human souls, it would be more than enough for Mistress."
"Where do we find these super humans?" Kuroyuri demanded, pulling on Ginnezudesu's arm.
"We set the bait, and then we wait," he replied coolly, his warrior's face sliding into place. "These super humans like to help the weaker ones of their kind. And in the meantime, we can gather regular souls." Kuroyuri looked faintly predatory and even Gyakusetsu felt more than a little excited.
After all, they were Elite Soul Eaters. And their purpose was to steal the souls of humanity. How could they not be excited? They were carrying out their most adored duty; the simple and exhilarating pleasure of reaching into a human's chest, and ripping from them their soul. All of the Elite shivered with delight; they were all imagining the warmth of a flickering human soul clenched in their fists.
"When do we leave?" Kuroyuri asked, somewhat breathlessly. Ginnezudesu smirked.
"Now. Oh...and by the way, Gya...when do you plan on relieving your disciple of her soul?" Gyakusetsu thought for a moment, trying to gauge the strength of the girl's emotions.
"Soon...but the foundation is not fully finished yet, but the Shard is certainly doing its part; she becomes more bitter and angry every day. As soon as she is full of misery, we will take her soul...I doubt she'll even notice it missing."